My plane got in rather late tonight. We landed about 12:04 AM. I knew it would be another hour or more before I could lay down in my bed. This trip was only a few days but I felt like I hadn't slept for weeks. I use to call someone to pick me up but that has become more challenging as my family has gotten older and friend's lives are fuller. Now, I save money for a taxi-ride. Yes, uber is cheaper, but a taxi driver doesn't feel the need to engage and entertain you the whole trip. At one in the morning, the last thing I want is a purposeful conversation. It was 12:37 when my bag finally fell from the carousel.
I noticed as others grabbed their luggage, they headed for the door looking for the car of their loved ones or even were met by a love one in baggage claim. Smiles, hugs, handshakes and screams. I saw a little boy run up to what I assumed was his grandma. It gave me such a warm feeling and an empty one at the same time.
Ten minutes later I was in the taxi. The driver asked where I was going. When I told him Detroit, I saw a little hesitation. I understood it, but also was a little angry about it. I haven't been back home for 15 minutes and already facing Detroit stereotypes and prejudice. Yet I understood. The world in not safe. Detroit is not always save. The taxi driver dropped me off at my parent's house, I got my keys from the hiding place and dragged myself to the car.
Slowly, I drove to my home. I turned off my car and I took in my surroundings. It was very quiet and very late. For a moment I thought how I would feel safer if someone was with me. If I could have a friend to keepme company. But I had only me. Nothing more. I got out of the car and as I removed my bag from the trunk, a man came from the side of my neighbor's house. It frightened me for a second and then I realized it was one of my neighbors. I smiled and said hello and wondered why he was outside at that time of night. My mind went back to the taxi driver and I was a little less angry at his hesitation to come to the city. My heart slowed down and I opened my house door feeling safe, secure and alone.
It was the next day, around 9 am that I called my mother. She didn't even know that I had stop by to get my car. She told me I should have waken her, but I know if I did that, she would have yelled about me waking her. I was in a quiet place that morning, so our conversation was short. My trip from the airport made me think about how alone I am and how uncomfortable that can be sometimes. I decided to go back to sleep hoping rest would take away the sadness and depression I was feeling. I have a good life, but that moment, for that moment, I felt miserable.